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 Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
 And airy tongues that syllable men's names.  
 Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
 And airy tongues that syllable men's names. 
 Who gather round, and wonder at the tale
 Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly,
  That walks at read more 
 Who gather round, and wonder at the tale
 Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly,
  That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand
   O'er some new-open'd grave; and, (strange to tell!)
    Evanishes at crowing of the cock. 
 What are these,
 So withered and so wild in their attire
  That took not like th' inhabitants read more 
 What are these,
 So withered and so wild in their attire
  That took not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth
   And yet are on't? 
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
 A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
 In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
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 A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
 In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
  A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
   The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
    Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
     As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
      Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
       Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
        Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. 
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
 The unexpected disappearance of Mr. Canning from the scene, 
followed by the transient and embarrassed phantom of Lord 
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 The unexpected disappearance of Mr. Canning from the scene, 
followed by the transient and embarrassed phantom of Lord 
Goderich. 
 Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
 And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!  
 Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
 And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us! 
 So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
 Have started from their graves to-night,
  They have driven sleep read more 
 So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
 Have started from their graves to-night,
  They have driven sleep from mine eyes away;
   I will go down to the chapel and pray.